The Domain of God

Although, in the eyes of a pug, Wu Feng was indeed stupid, he was a little reckless.

However, his comprehension towards fist arts was extremely high. Although the Hurricane Fist Art was extremely mysterious, he could still perform it perfectly.

The pug's face darkened as it angrily asked, "Then, are you still going to learn or not?"

"I was just showing you. Right now, I'm teaching you the most precise cultivation method and footwork." "Fist techniques need to be coordinated with footwork in order for it to work. As for practicing fist techniques …"

The pug gave a long speech. This time, Wu Feng did not fall asleep, but listened with relish.

In this place, anything could be achieved.

Wu Feng was extremely envious of that scene. If it could reach that degree, good boy, wouldn't he be rampant?

And because of this, Wu Feng's journey was once again delayed, and he did not have to think about when he should leave.

The pug said, if his fist wind could appear, then it meant that he had reached the Small Success stage, and if there was a tornado that could appear, then he would have reached the Large Success stage. If there came a day when Wu Feng could also unleash his Hurricane Belt, then it truly meant that he had mastered this set of fist techniques.

In the past, Wu Feng was naturally very interested in these martial skills as well. It's just that in that lifetime, he suffered from all sorts of restrictions, so it was impossible for him to create such a momentum. However, if one wanted to truly master a set of fist techniques, that was definitely not something that could be done in two or three days.

Wu Feng was intoxicated, he had never been so serious before.

At this moment, he was simply a martial arts fanatic.

Regarding the God-damned Soul-Sealing Art, he really did not feel much about it, so he cultivated it very casually as well. However, when he saw that scene, his heart was filled with eagerness. He was extremely serious and practically trained his Hurricane Fist every day and night. Fortunately, the other training had taken up a lot of his time, or else he would have gone crazy.

Originally, even a pug would feel this. He might have only been able to heat up for three minutes. If he were to feel tired, then perhaps he wouldn't want to cultivate anymore.

Clearly, this idea was wrong.

Not only did Wu Feng train, it was also only for a day or two.

One must know, how difficult it was to make Wu Feng stay here for another half a year. But now, he had completely unintentionally done it, and he did not even notice the passage of time.

During this period of time, Xuan Fei had completely become a —

Everyday, other than cultivating, she cooked for Wu Feng and the pug. Although it wasn't too late, the pug could still smell it. The relationship between the three of them continued to be harmonious without any deliberate differences.

"Boom!"

Finally, when Wu Feng punched out, a ball of air appeared.

The pug was also dumbfounded. "Really? How can someone like you be a genius? If you want to reach this stage, you should need at least three to five years. "

Wu Feng laughed, "Of course, am I an ordinary person?"

"Can you die if you don't learn to speak like me?"

The pug glared at him. "However, it looks like even though you aren't an all-rounded genius, you're still quite impressive in the path of martial arts."

"Martial arts genius?"

Wu Feng raised his head, "I accept your praise."

The pug suddenly said in a serious tone: "Kid, don't blame Brother Dog for not reminding you, other than martial skills, there is magic, a lot more powerful than you, and now we are also going out, you better take it easy, and don't make me look invincible all day, what use is that if you can't accept it? I don't even know how I died. "

Wu Feng clenched his fists, he felt that he could still do it.

However, he had never fought with anyone before. As for Xuan Fei, she was already an expert in unfolding boundary, who would have the time to fight her?

As for sparring, Xuan Fei didn't know how to do it, so in order to avoid hurting Wu Feng, she decided to forget about it.

It was at this time that Wu Feng began to summarize his own situation.

The God-damned Soul-Sealing Art, he had been ignorant. But now, it was very clear.

The God-damned Soul-Sealing Art was divided into a total of eight levels.

One day: soul entering, two days: soul entering, three days: soul essence, four days: spirit essence, five days: soul shrinking, six days: soul consolidating lock, seven days: void star, eight days: immortal True Soul.

There were a total of eight levels, and each level had its own unique meaning.

This was the difference between the two levels. When one cultivated the God-damned Soul-Sealing Art to the end, the emphasis was on the body's immortality and the soul's immortality.

A normal person's realm, however, was only based on the result after a person had opened their heart.

At the beginning of the eighth meridian, Wu Feng did not understand, but now he understood that the pug had already told him. The moment a person made a move, the heart would shine with a light, which was also the time when he took out the blade from his heart.

This light was something that only the Profound Cultivator could see.

Of course, there would also be people who would be able to hide this point. In fact, some people didn't even need him to do anything before he could see through them. This was a high level, Wu Feng naturally did not have such capabilities.

Wu Feng continued to consolidate all these, he was getting stronger and stronger.

He could now lift up both his hands. Although he was still very tired, he no longer had to work as hard as before. He could faintly feel that the weight of his Mind's Edge was also constantly increasing.

At the start, he only felt three to four hundred jin, but now, he had a feeling that it was at least five hundred jin.

Wu Feng also had a headache. If this were to continue, what would happen?

He also admitted that if it were a few thousand kilograms, a single slash would probably cause even the people from Flying Feather Realm to fall. However, the first problem was that he had to move it.

Regarding this, the pug had a conclusion.

Good health, good luck!

Everything was ready, everything was simple.

Wu Feng originally had some money on him, and there was nothing here to take care of. Although Xuan Fei appeared to be calm, she was still a little uncomfortable.

She was used to this quiet life, but Wu Feng did not have that kind of personality, so she understood.

However, Wu Feng was still a member of the Jade Heart Sect and also her disciple after all, so she couldn't really be at ease.

Wu Feng was ecstatic, although he did not say anything, he had already made his move.

He had finally left this place!

It was a vast world with great accomplishments. If he stayed here all day, even if he had a beautiful mistress, it would be boring.

"Master, hurry up."

Wu Feng laughed and ran in front. The pug landed on his shoulder. In its own words, how many hundreds or thousands of years have you spent in the ring?

Moreover, it was a spirit. If it was unwilling, no one else would be able to see it. The pug was very mysterious, but unfortunately, Xuan Fei didn't know what the Nine Netherworld God Dog was, and it made it even more confused.

At that time, the pug brought Wu Feng running all the way here, and that was why they were nearby. Otherwise, how could it have coincidentally run into Xuan Fei?

However, Wu Feng remembered something.

This matter was none other than the old man he had met at that time. If Wu Feng saw it again, he, Wu Feng, would definitely find out what the other party was called and what sect he belonged to.

When I have strength …

Although Wu Feng was not a vengeful person, he definitely had a grudge against him and would not show mercy.

Wu Feng kept running, roaring in his heart.

"I'm here, cheer for me!"